I've learned to control my thoughts
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ever since I recognized the first eavesdropper:
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those who listen in on my thoughts,
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my logic, my sanity
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I cannot let them know I don't know
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the verses, or converse in my head:
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lash out at future foes,
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banter with friends I've not yet met
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The psychoaggressive minions of
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your lord mock with laugher I can't hear,
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with hidden scowls they admonish me
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Nothing's sacred, Nothing's safe:
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your filthy god is omnipresent,
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this undying nonentity that haunts
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my every waking dream
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They watch me, his mortal flock,
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they know me now by sight alone:
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my thoughts are too well concealed...
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Yet I sense more scrutiny
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Fleeting lucidity's too loud for me,
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let me be my silent self:
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our existences irreconciled
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Make them stop! I'm rotting fast...
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The answer, painful though it may be,
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is change
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Alter my outer shell...
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The listener's may not, then, know it's me
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Open Face Surgery: short of pain
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and long on masquerade
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Ounce by ounce, lose a little weight
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nip here, tuck there... So who needs eyelids?
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Open Face Surgery
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| Cryptopsy |
